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Friday, October 2, 2009

So, I've decided -
Once, twice, okay, maybe thrice, I will post something random. Yeah, right, what's the big deal? Nothin'. I just feel like I'm gonna post one hella long random post. And I'm gonna start right now.
(feel free to go now, it's not my problem.)

Alright, so there was this storm in the Philippines and it was TRAGIC.

And lemme point out that 1)I got worried, 2)the aftermath was just...sad, and 3)I'm gonna mention something funny - well, I THINK it was funny, later on prior to that incident.

So said incidents would be -

During the middle of the storm, my cousin's internet connection was 'choppy' and she was kinda pissed. So she decided to call the call centre to file a complaint - and in which, when, possibly...when I talked to her and she mentioned it, I couldn't help but go - "WTF, dude, you're in the middle of the storm and all you can think about is your goddamn internet?!" <INSERT SARCASTIC IF NOT FUNNY LAUGH HERE>
One of my friends lives in the north, his name is Ian, and yes, it's worth mentioning cus he plays the guitar too. Okay, back to the story, he called me - he did, in the middle of the motherfucking storm (pardon my language folks), to tell me that a)their house is flooded...the whole first floor, and b)he couldn't find his Ray-ban sunglasses. Said convo would be like this:

ME: You called me to tell me that you can't find your Ray-Ban?
IAN: Yes, that, and our house is fucking-flooded.
ME: Dude, ain't your room in the first floor?
IAN: Why, yes...
ME: Didn't you have that Fender Strat somewhere in that room?
IAN: Why, yes...
ME: WTF dude, didn't you rescue THAT?
IAN: But - I can't find my Ray-Ban!
ME: But it's a FENDER...FENDERRRRRRR...!
IAN: But it's MY Ray-Ban!

It went on like that for the next 15 mins, me stressing more and more about said guitar, and Ian stressing more and more about said sunglasses. In the end, we agreed that all that matter's that he's safe, and his family's safe - ray-ban/guitar convo can be set aside and put into the recycle bin, and maybe restored for future debates.

So I was in the bookstore earlier today, and I was just minding my own business. Thing is, I've got this habit of attracting people - not the attracting type, no, not that one *coughs*that'sadifferenttopic*coughs*, anywho, it seemingly runs in the family, where - wherever we go, we seem to attract people....customers to be exact, and I was just browsing through the shelves, looking up some interesting titles, and 5 people popped out of nowhere, reaching here and there...whatever the hell the title is I don't fucking care, but what slightly annoyed me was that I was no longer all by my lonesome...my privacy was kinda violated, and hello, ever heard of personal space? I pretty much ended up shuffling my way out of that aisle, and moved to the 'Referrence' section, and would you know it, two people popped out of nowhere, and I just sighed, sought for the nearest chair and started flipping through the fiction that I picked up and...OH MY FUCKING GOD, ROMANCE BEST SELLERS ARE SCREAMING ON MY FACE...RIGHT THERE!

I managed to sneak in a few titles while sniggering to myself, and the person next to me - a chic who doesn't look so happy that her PSP is actually silver and not HOT pink, and keep glancing at my direction while I type the titles animatedly.
Titles would be -

The Rivals
Wed him, before you bed him.
Don't bargain with the devil.
Past perfect.
Twice kissed.
Conspiracy game.
Deadly game.
It's in his kiss.
To Sir Phillip with love.
Romancing Mister Bridgetown

I don't even know how these authors come up with these titles! *hands down*

I decided to eat after my trip to the bookstore, so I went to the mall's foudcourt - there weren't so many people. I bought my food, sat on an empty table and started minding my own business, music in tow. I was almost finished, almost, I gotta stress that - I was sipping my iced tea, and out of the blue, this random stranger wearing a plaid shirt started talking in front of me, Axl Rose and the rest of GNR playing in my ear...screeching "Watching me bring you to your...shun-nnnnnnnnnn kneeees...!" and random stranger just rambled on, while I look at him blankly trying to make out what the fuck he was saying - at this point Axl is telling me..."...and you're a very hot girl, with very hard demands..." (i might be wrong with the lyrics, my bad) and random stranger was now LOOKING at me, I think that was my cue, so I took off one of my earphones, and muttered a simple..."Yeah, man?" And he launched into this charade of giving donation and shit, and I was tempted to put the earphone back on and listen to Axl fill my ears with bullshit, and fog my brain. And with that I simply said to the dude - "Sorry, man. I used up all my cash."
...and he walked away, looking PISSED.

I want a grey cardigan, I dunno why, I just do. And I wanna sucker punch Marilyn Manson for throwing/shooting snotbombs to his fans during his show in Canada..like wtf dude, that's the grossest(?) shit! I wanna get Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol, my friends told me that it's a good read, better HP(yeah right), better than Artemis Fowl(maybe so), and better than the Bible(wtf dude?!)...and they said even better than the shitty Twilight series and this made me fucking realise...WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU WANNA COME UP WITH CHEESY TITLES FOR YOUR EFFING BEST SELLING ROMANCE NOVELS...?!

I'm out.

"Try to see the evil that I am. I stalk the world in a mortal dress, the worst of friends. The monster that looks like everyone else."

- Lestat de Lioncourt

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All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.

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